[ Missile has one mission in life right now: FIND HIS PEOPLE. He can't find any trace of Miss Kamila and Miss Lynne where all the people are, but that doesn't mean that they aren't where all the people aren't! Throughout most of the day, he can be found trotting around the park, particularly any place with tunnels.
...Right up until he finds a place with living things moving around, which prove not to be people. What are those really fluffy... animals...? Missile is a city dog born and bred and does not know the difference between a sheep and a fat poodle, although he's in the process of finding out via the magic of barking. Come on you, why are you going away, that was a friendly bark. ]
[carnival]
[ A little dog can only go so far without breakfast happening. Or is it dinner by now? Those long sizzling things smell really good, but... jumping up on tables is bad.
But... is it really bad if nobody sees him do it? And even being scolded would be worth getting something to eat! He's gonna do it. He's gonna jump for it!
...Not with those short legs he's not. Missile bounces fruitlessly off the table, picks himself back up with nary a grumble, and paces back to get a good running start. Long meaty things are calling. He's not giving up. ]
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[ Missile has one mission in life right now: FIND HIS PEOPLE. He can't find any trace of Miss Kamila and Miss Lynne where all the people are, but that doesn't mean that they aren't where all the people aren't! Throughout most of the day, he can be found trotting around the park, particularly any place with tunnels.
...Right up until he finds a place with living things moving around, which prove not to be people. What are those really fluffy... animals...? Missile is a city dog born and bred and does not know the difference between a sheep and a fat poodle, although he's in the process of finding out via the magic of barking. Come on you, why are you going away, that was a friendly bark. ]
[carnival]
[ A little dog can only go so far without breakfast happening. Or is it dinner by now? Those long sizzling things smell really good, but... jumping up on tables is bad.
But... is it really bad if nobody sees him do it? And even being scolded would be worth getting something to eat! He's gonna do it. He's gonna jump for it!
...Not with those short legs he's not. Missile bounces fruitlessly off the table, picks himself back up with nary a grumble, and paces back to get a good running start. Long meaty things are calling. He's not giving up. ]